Day turns into night and night into day
Time continues forward taking us along
The light of day puts our faults on display
The dark of night is where sorrows belong

Loneliness is living in the ebony darkness
Sometimes the moon sheds a little light
Too often we see but fail to see the mess
The darkness allows us to hide our fright

A mind in torment hides from the truth
Seeking solace in the inky blackness
Often times retreating into it's youth
Getting lost and becoming anonymous

Others pass by not stopping not seeing
Self-absorbed in their own false realities
They have no time for another human being
They are consumed with their own agonies

The tortured spirit seeks only peace in sleep
Whether it be for a night or for an eternity
Serenity where they will no longer weep
Where they can escape man's brutality